Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To Shame.

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!